Sometimes, I take things too seriously. I have a tendency to
over-analyze a lot of things, letting my thoughts create something that isn’t
real. In some ways, I am embarrassed of my last blog entry in that I let the
fear get the best of me. But when the Gastroenterologist told me yesterday that
he admired how well I was handling having diabetes and celiac disease, I
realized that I cannot feel self-conscious of my own honest and true feelings.
I cannot be embarrassed of researching symptoms, playing out the scenarios in
my mind, being proactive about my health.
I think the Dr. was impressed that I was interested enough
in my health to do the research on my symptoms. He said that most people he
sees that are facing the same challenges as I am, are “mad at the world and
feeling sorry for themselves”, (I’m guessing he didn’t read my last blog
entry). Thinking of my last entry, I
said to him, “I’m not going to lie, sometimes it’s very frustrating and
difficult”. And some days it is. Last blog entry was just one of those days.
Diabetes is no joke. It is not something to take lightly. Sure,
I could relax a little bit and try not to worry until there’s a legitimate
reason to. But with this disease, I have to stay hands on even if it means
researching the tough, “can’t go there”, stuff like gastroparesis.
I’m happy to report that the Dr. does not think that I have
what I feared. He gave me some medication to alleviate the heart burn and
nausea, in hopes that it will help with other symptoms I am having. We talked
about gastroparesis and how harsh the medication for this is on someone’s body,
causing muscle twitching and cardiac problems.
